La Verdolaga

Oh, the one who to women
Gives them love and money
When they least expect it
Ends up with nothing.

That's why I live as a wanderer
Without trusting in women,
Little moments of affection,
And never see them again.

That's why I live as a wanderer...

There's no need to be committed
In matters of love
Single or with a husband
A woman is always good.

Even if you see me as innocent
In matters of love,
I don't like the ordinary
I consume the best.

Even if you see me as innocent...

The most beautiful loves
Are like the purslane
Just give them a little
And they grow like a plague.

And you have another advantage
If you cultivate that love,
That when it's over for you
With one pull, it's done.

And you have another advantage...